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As it turned out, the building that I entered was a high class hotel. The floors and walls were made of the same black and white marble. Golden trim was everywhere I could see, on the elevators, on the banisters, and along the front desk. The people frozen in the lobby all looked very well to do. Most of the men were dressed in expensive looking suits. The women wore designer clothing, some of it evening wear, some of it business wear. I realized that if we were going to be in a place like this, we should at least attempt to look the part.
Further down the lobby was a clothing store. It would never be anything that I would want to go into, since it was a very "high-end" store. Second, it was basically for women. Not much there for me to wear, but certainly enough for my two toys. I walked inside, with Christina and Mia peddling not far behind me, and made our way toward the evening wear.
There were two women there near the gowns. One, an older woman, perhaps in her 50's with a body like a 30 year old, but a face like a leather saddle, was in the middle of turning and admiring her reflection as she tried on a full length red evening gown decorated with diamond-like studs (they could have been diamonds, after all, this was a "high-end" store.) The other was a young clerk standing behind the woman trying on the gown. She looked as if she was having trouble staying interested or awake (or perhaps both) with her arms folded across her chest and her mouth frozen in a half-yawn. She had brown hair with blonde highlights, combed back away from her face. She was lightly tanned, petite figure, about 5'5" or so, and an unblemished face. She also had on black cat-eye glasses that made her look absolutely adorable. She was dressed very nicely, although I guess that it was nothing that they sold in the store. A long sleeve dark brown top buttoned all the way up to her neck, a tan skirt that went half way up her thighs, black stockings, and black high heeled shoes. Her name tag told me that her name was Elizabeth and that she was from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
I walked up behind Elizabeth and ran my hands down her sides, trying to get a feel of her build. I could feel her ribcage as I moved my fingers down her sides to her small waist, moving my hands toward her flat stomach and back around again to her surprisingly plump backside. I pressed my throbbing crotch against her ass and felt how soft and inviting it was. She may have been mostly petite, but her rear was like a pincushion. She would definitely be a welcome addition to my new game. I let out a command for Elizabeth to stand at attention and follow in line with the other girls as we began our shopping spree.
To keep myself in some sort of suspense, I had the girls pick out their outfits and then take them into the dressing rooms to change. I didn't want to see any of them in any state of undress until it was time for it. After a few moments, my three new subjects came out of the dressing room and stood at attention. I looked at them and after thinking a moment, readjusted them to pose for me, (since this was going to be a fashion show.) I took a chair about five feet away from them and stared.
Mia was dressed in a low cut, spaghetti strapped, dark blue gown with a neckline that dropped nearly down to her navel. I immediately thought of Jennifer Lopez's dress at the Grammy's. She stood with her head looking upwards and turned to the right. She had her hands on her sides and cocked her hips to the left. She wore a diamond studded necklace with a sapphire pendant that hung precariously between her ample cleavage.
Christina stood facing me holding her long flowing hair up with her hands, a sly smile on her face. She wore a form fitting strapless red gown that went all the way down to the floor. The top of the dress enhanced her breasts, which I noticed were much larger now that they were out of that tight fitting sports bra she had on earlier. Her skin was an intoxicating golden brown (I always did have a weakness for Filipino women) and didn't have any unusual tan lines. Her face was just as golden as her chest and arms. I wondered if she sunbathed in the nude. She had a diamond choker that looked to be worth thousands. To me, she looked like a million.
Not to be outdone was Elizabeth, the sales clerk who was turning out to be quite a stunner indeed. She stood with her hands clasped together in front of her and her arms extended toward the ground. Her head was tilted to the left and she had a radiant smile across her face. Her emerald and black dress was shorter than the other girls, it ended just an inch or so above her knees. She had decided not to wear any stocking with her outfit and her legs were on the thin side, but lightly tanned just like the rest of her. She wore black heeled shoes that pointed at the end. It was a V-shaped neck that enhanced her smallish breasts. She had chosen a thin golden necklace with a diamond pendant at the end.
I looked at my little fashion show and decided that since the ladies were dressed to kill, it was only right (especially in a place like this), that I look the part as well. There were no men's clothes to be had in the store, so I left my new toys for a moment and went toward the bar down the hall.
The bar was fairly crowded with many more much to-do people frozen in various stages of laughing, dancing, drinking, or drunkenness. A man about my size was near the bartender, frozen with a drink in his hand, leaning on the counter talking to a blonde woman who didn't look like she could care any less about what he had to say. The dark power suit that the woman wore reminded me of Jennifer and her attitude. By the looks of the scene in front of me, it looked like that this woman was about to give the man the brush off. I shed my clothing and let out a command for the man to remove his suit. He quickly undressed and retook his position at the bar, complete with his drink in hand. Now, of course, he was left in his pale blue boxers, t-shirt, and black socks with stirrups. I decided to reward my clothing donor by taking control of the woman he was trying to pickup....
The pretty blonde dropped to her knees in front of the man, pulled the front of his boxers down, exposing him, and took him her mouth. I left the man frozen in time, but he would feel the effects of the blonde's work, at only quarter speed. I wanted the man to really enjoy it. The woman, as it turned out, was quite a little cocksucker. She began slurping and sucking him like there was no tomorrow, moaning and groaning as she moved her head up and down like a piston.
I buttoned up the suit jacket and took my other clothes with me as I left the scene and went in search of a room that would be perfect for the night's events.
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